Nan Shan dragged Lan Shu back to her own room, and Lan Shu shook off his hand.
"Let go of me!"
"Sister Lan Shu, the young master is in a rage right now. If you go provoke him, how can he possibly tolerate you?" sighed Nan Shan.
Lan Shu gave a bitter smile, "Even if I stay far away from him, will he tolerate me? Didn't you hear what he said just now? He said he wanted to sell me off to such a place. He... he's so ruthless!"
She sat by the table, resting her head on her arms, and began to sob.
"What did I do wrong? For him to treat me like this? Was it just because I wrote a letter to the family? Or merely joked about some gossip?" Lan Shu cried, "But how did he treat me? Years of affection, and yet it couldn't compare to a wild girl he's known for half a year. What's the point of my living anymore?"
